Page 124 of Offside Angle

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me,” I continue in Spanish, stroking him again, slower this time. “I could listen to you like this all night.”

Another broken sound leaves him. This time, I haven’t even moved my hand — I just spoke. The realization sends a rush of heat through me.

God, look at him.

I kiss my way back up to his neck and bite down a little harder than before, sucking just enough to leave a mark. My hand keeps moving on him — slow, steady strokes that I know aren’t enough to get him off, but are more than enough to drive him crazy.

“You asked for this,” I whisper in Spanish against his throat. “You wanted me to tie you up. To take control. And you’re being so good for me.”

Matteo whines, his thighs tensing around me. His cock twitches in my hand.

I pull back just enough to look down at him, my thumb brushing over the head of his cock.

“You’re going to let me ruin you tonight, aren’t you?” I murmur, switching back to English for a moment. “Say it.”

Matteo’s voice is hoarse when he answers. “Yes.”

I smile and lean down to kiss him, slow and deep, while my hand keeps working him at that same torturously slow pace.

He’s going to destroy me.

The way he’s giving himself over like this — asking for what he wants, trusting me to take care of him — is doing something to me I wasn’t prepared for. I want to wreck him. I want to take him apart so thoroughly he forgets his own name. But more than that, I want to give him everything he’s asking for.

I kiss down his jaw and speak against his ear again in Spanish. “I’m going to make you feel so good, mi cielo. You’re going to fall apart for me.”

Matteo moans again and I haven’t even touched him in the last ten seconds.

“Remember what we did two days ago?” I ask as I kiss along his jaw.

“Yeah…” Matteo moans, his hips shifting restlessly against the sheets.

“Good,” I murmur. “We’re going to do a little more today. Still with me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out quickly. “Still with you… Santi, please.”

I pull back just enough to look down at him, smirking at how wrecked he already sounds. “Please what, cariño?” I tease, letting my fingers trail lightly over his stomach.

Matteo lets out a frustrated sound, his wrists tugging against the tie. “Fuck me already.”

I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. “Patience, guapo.”

I reach over to my bag and grab the lube, taking my time as I slick up my fingers. When I look back at him, I let my free hand rest on his thigh. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

Matteo obeys immediately, parting his legs without hesitation.

I settle between his thighs and press one slick finger against him, rubbing slow circles before carefully pushing inside. He’s still a little tight from last time, but he relaxes quickly. I take my time, working him open gently, watching every reaction.

When I finally crook my fingers and press against his prostate, Matteo’s reaction is instant.

His back arches hard off the bed as a loud, broken moan rips out of him. His thighs tremble around me and his cock twitches against his stomach.

“Fuck— oh my god— Santi—”

I groan quietly at the sound, my own cock aching at how beautifully he falls apart. I press against that spot again, slower this time, just to watch him lose it.

“There it is,” I murmur. “You sound so fucking pretty when I touch you here.”

Matteo whines, his hips rolling down onto my fingers. His eyes are still squeezed shut, his mouth open as more desperate sounds spill out of him.